2 The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flowed,
A portion of his boundless love
On that poor worm bestowed.

3 The sun, the moon, the stars he made,

To all his creatures free;

And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade
For worms as well as thee.

4 Let them enjoy their little day,
Their lowly bliss receive;

O do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.

GISBORN.

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Forgiveness of Injuries. C. M.

Ydolem.

Hummel.

1 WHEN, for some little insult given,
My angry passions rise,

I'll think how Jesus came from heaven,
And bore his injuries.

2 He was insulted every day,

Though all his words were kind;
But nothing men could do or say
Disturbed his heavenly mind.

3 Not all the wicked scoffs he heard,
Against the truths he taught,
Excited one reviling word,

Or one revengeful thought.

4 And when upon the cross he bled,
With all his foes in view,

"Father, forgive their sins," he said;

'They know not what they do "

5 Dear Jesus, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend ;

And speak the pardoning word for me,
Whenever I offend.

J. TAYLOR.

Shirland.

137

Gratitude. S. M.

1 My Maker and my king!
To thee my all I owe:

Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
Whence all my blessings flow.

2 Thou ever good and kind!

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.

3 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on my early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form my lips to praise.

4 The creature of thine hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God! thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.

5 0 let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine ⚫
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

MRS. STEELE

Ganges.

138

Gratitude. 8, 8, 6's M.

Aithlone

1 GREAT Source of unexhausted good,
Who giv'st us health, and friends, and food,
And peace, and calm content;
Like fragrant incense, to the skies,
Let songs of grateful praises rise,
For all thy blessings lent.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy providence attends our way,
To guard us and to guide;
Thy grace directs our wandering will,
And warns us, lest seducing ill

Allure our souls aside.

3 Thy smiles, with a reviving light,
Cheer the long, darksome hours of night,
And gild the thickest gloom;
Thy watchful love, around our bed
Doth softly, like a curtain, spread,
And guard the peaceful room.

4 To thee our lives, our all, we owe,
Our peace, and sweetest joys below,
And brighter hopes above;

Then let our lives, and all that's ours,
Our souls, and all our active powers,
Be sacred to thy love.

5 Thus, gracious Father! thee we praise ;
And with our feeble songs, we raise
To bless thee and adore,

Some spark of heavenly fire impart
And teach each humble, grateful heart,
To bless and love thee more.

EXETER COLL.

Ballerma.

139

Resignation. C. M.

'How sweet,' &e

1 How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
O God! thy will be done.

2 We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill,

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

3 0 let that will, which gave me breath
And an immortal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.

4 O teach my heart the blessed way
To imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."

FOLLEN.

'Watchman,' &c.

140

Humility. 7's M.

1 IN a modest humble mind,

In the Cottage.

God himself will take delight;
But the proud and haughty find
They are hateful in his sight.

2 Jesus Christ was meek and mild,
And no angry thoughts allowed;
O shall then a little child

Dare to be perverse and proud?

3 This indeed should never be ;
Lord, forbid it, we entreat;
Grant that all may learn of thee
That humility is sweet.

4 Make it shine in every part;
Fill us with this heavenly grace;
For the youngest, tender heart
Surely is its proper place.

J. TAYLOR.

141

Humility. 7's M.

Glory to our,' &c.

In the Cottage

1 COME, ye young, and do not spurn,
From a little flower to learn,-
See the lily on the bed,
Hanging down its modest head.

2 Let your temper be as sweet
As the lily at your feet;
Be as gentle, be as mild;
Be a modest, simple child.

3 For humility will last,

Fair and sweet, when beauty's past;
And the Saviour, from above,

Views a humble child with love.

J. TAYLOR

Ballerma.

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Youthful Example. C. M.

1 WHAT if a little drop should say,
So small a drop as I,

Ydolem.